Cold Rain

At least for now, it's stopped raining in Christchurch. It got to the point that when it did, I was actually surprised to see the ground was dry.
There were a couple of days were I felt couped up inside, and even though it was (marginally) warmer at our flat, I went for a walk. It was nice to be bundled up; I felt rather like an eskimo - nicer still though, was to get out and about. My friend Joh has often talked about it - it's far too easy to hibernate during the winter months, losing contact with people, and just letting life slip by because it's too cold. My dad has a number of quotes. The most applicable now is 'The less you do, the less you want to do'. It does take a determined effort to get out and do things, but it's worth it. Missing out on a whole season of changes and things to see is a shame.
As I walked around the wet, grey streets of central Chch, I remembered something I was told while on Outward Bound. We were sailing, and it was rainy and freezing. Our instructor told us 'You can be cold, wet and miserable; or just cold and wet.' That made me smile.